New Friends, New Family, New Forever

The Butt: Part 2

Sarah's POV:

Everyone, minus Joey, walks into Monica and Rachel's apartment, Rachel standing in the living room with a proud smile.

Rachel: "Ta-da!"

Chandler: "Are we greeting each other this way now? 'Cause I like that."

Rachel: "Look! I cleaned! I did the windows, I did the floors. I even used all the attachments on the vacuum, except that little round one with the bristles. I don't know what that's for."

Ross: "Oh yeah, nobody knows. And we're not supposed to ask."

Monica walks around the room to look for significant changes to her system.

Rachel: "Well, whaddya think?"

Monica: "Oh, I see you moved the green ottoman."

All: "Uh-oh."

Monica: "How did that happen?"

Rachel: "I dunno. I thought it looked better there. And also, it's an extra seat around the coffee table."

Monica: "Yeah, yeah, it's interesting. But y'know what? Just for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. Alright, just to compare. Let's see.-*moves the ottoman*-Well, it looks good there too. Let's just leave it there for a while."

Phoebe: *to Rachel* "I can't believe you tried to move the green ottoman."

Chandler: "Thank God you didn't try to fan out the magazines. I mean, she'll scratch your eyes right out."

Monica: "You guys, I am not that bad!"

Phoebe: "Yeah, you are, Monica. Remember when I lived with you? You were like, a little, y'know. Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree!

Monica: "That is so unfair!"

Ross: "Oh, come on. When we were kids, yours was the only Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy."

Monica: "Ok, so I'm responsible, I'm organized. But hey, I can be a kook."

Ross: "Alright, you madcap gal. Try to imagine this. The phone bill arrives, but you don't pay it right away."

Monica: "Why not?"

Ross: "Because you're a kook! Instead, you wait until they send a notice."

Monica: "I could do that."

Rachel: "Ok, you let me go grocery shopping and I buy laundry detergent, but it's not the one with the easy-pour spout."

Monica: "Why would someone do that? One might wonder."

Chandler and I share a look and nod.

Chandler: "Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's no coaster."

Me: "It's a cold drink. It's a hot day."

Chandler: "Little beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of the wood."

Monica: "Stop it!"

Me: "Your Honor, we rest our case."

Monica: "Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?"